Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy - Jamba lyrics

Poppa ain't call even though he saw me on TV
It's all good (Fuck you) but now my balls
Balls deep in this broad's jaw
Swallow girl, it's just nut
Bitches scared to let me smash on they ass
Yeah, they heard I'm fuckin' nuts like
The swag of a fag
Like me and Tekeli was gagging in
The back of the cabin camp Flog Gnaw, nigga
You can tell by the badge
(Hodgy, pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing
I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animal, Noah's arking
All from this rapping nonsense
Four stories in my home like
"What the fuck's an apartment?" (nigga?)
Get shit poppin' like Peter's
Pores during puberty take bets on how quick
Tyler can reach maturity
Cussing out Siri like a
Waitress with no patience
Oh, you want a tip bitch, well
Here's my dick for gratiturity, bitch
Shut 'em down! Nigga, shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down!

I tumble-crush on huzzy sluts
Give money up then nutty butt
Professor Nutty Buddy Klump gets petty
When you touch his lunch
Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck
Turn the fucking music up
So I can't hear these
Stupid fucks, talk no-walk, let you discuss
You're talking too much
Who the fuck are you to us? Uterus
I put that on my pubes and nuts
If I don't begin moving up
I'm shooting up, you and her crew on turf
New dessert i can see the bitch in
A nigga through his shirt
I can smell the whore on a bitch when
She flock around my crew to flirt
It's on ya' shoulder, lose the dirt, yeah
It's the movement first
Fuck a human nurse! I'm ill I used
This earth to infuse the birth
Of my scrotum on the Channel 10 news
My only motive is to
Skip to my Lou, get hip to the pew
You can drink piss and eat a dick in a few
The sickening view
Of visuals, woo, I'll eat your ribs
I'm a wolf
Then meet your kids after school, and
Give them drugs cause it's cool, fucker

Shut 'em down! Nigga, shut 'em down!
Shut 'em down!

Hodgy, fuck this beat, nigga
Let's smoke weed
That shit I need, be the shit that's green
A little purple and pink
Come get some Swisher Sweets
About three or four more than needed be
I got a eighth I could face
I got a blunt flavored grape
I hate the grape
I could taste it when I'm inhaling the vapes
You could smell us in places when we walk
In our clothing is always covered in flakes
Enough for two shake blunts and what
The fuck is this? Uh
I think this Mary is laced my
Heart is beating at paces
That Pacquiao can't relate I'm
Fucking faded like gradients
Shit, I'm stuck like the
Tape that's superglued
To the center of Kelly Price first waist
It's like my first date with Mrs mary
The shit is scary the paranoia from this
Marijuana's very heavy, i'm lifted
Fainted by my fifth hit, Lionel
Pass the sherm let's use the Philly as a
Dipstick for this bath salt, you dipshit

C'mon, my nigga! You don't even smoke
You weak as
Fuck, my nigga you do not smoke, no tucks
My nigga you're as weak as f- you’re butt my
Nigga oh, mark ass nigga
Cuh, oh my God, bro here
Come this weak-ass nigga, samuel